Day 135 of 366: Waiting till Morning Comes

Getting up at 4am meant that I had enough time to walk up the limestone pavement just below Ingleborough and quietly sit and wait until the sun lit the scene before me. A beautiful morning with silence broken just by the dawn chorus and cuckoo's calling.

Waiting till Morning Comes

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